"I'm shootin' one now, Rhonda. I love you."
"Cut!" laughed the girl.
IV
DISSENSION
Kwamudi, the black headman, stood before Orman. "My people go back," he said; "not stay in Bansuto country and be killed."
"You can't go back," growled Orman. "You signed up for the whole trip. You tell 'em they got to stay; or, by George, I'll—"
"We not sign up to go Bansuto country; we not sign up be killed. You go back, we come along. You stay, we go back. We go daylight." He turned and walked away.
Orman started up angrily from his camp chair, seizing his ever ready whip. "I'll teach you, you black——!" he yelled.
White, who had been standing beside him, seized him by the shoulder. "Stop!" His voice was low but his tone peremptory. "You can't do that! I haven't interfered before, but now you've got to listen to me. The lives of all of us are at stake."
"Don't you interfere, you meddlin' old fool," snapped Orman. "This is my show, and I'll run it my way."